Becoming the Bad Boy [ON HOLD]

Chapter 6

Becoming the Bad Boy
Chapter 6

My eyes fluttered open and I groaned as I realised that I once again had forgotten to close the curtains. The lights flashed and 7:20 appeared on the alarm clock by my bed. I hauled myself up and dragged my feet towards the bathroom.

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After scoffing my face with pancakes, I made my way to school. I wish I was there sooner so I could have stopped what was happening before it had even begun. April lent against the lockers, clutching her waist and bending down, facing the ground. A crowd of teenagers stood around her, some laughing and the others staring at the tormentors in disgust. Amelia, the head cheerleader, slammed Aprils fragile body into the wall behind her and then cackling like a bloody witch.

All I saw was red. I may not know April, but damn the girl was growing on me. I felt repulsed by the people watching, they did nothing to help the innocent person.

I was ready to charge at the group of bullies, rushing through the students. I grabbed onto the outstretched hand of April and gently hauled her up so that she stood by me. She was crying. My jaw clenched as I stared into her bloodshot eyes and glared at the people before me. One of the jocks was smirking and I lunged at him, both of us falling onto the floor. My fists pounded into his face as I straddled him, letting out all of my anger. How dare they make her cry? I don't know why I was acting like this. I've only met her like three times.

I guess it's just the concept. Just the idea of someone hurting someone either physically or mentally, because I know how much it hurts. I only stopped when I felt something warm on my arm and realised it was Aprils hand, telling me to stop. I stood up, grabbing her hand and dragging her into the nearest bathroom.

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"What are you doing?" She asked me as I turned around and locked the door behind me, leaving a shocked mob of students behind.

I shrugged my shoulders before lifting her up on the counter, smirking as I heard her gasp. "Are you okay?" I asked, concern heavily lacing my words. She didn't give me an answer but instead burst into tears. The worst type of crying is when your lips start to shake and tears build up quickly and fall fast, You try to suck it in but you can't, the tears keep on falling. You try not to make any noise but it hurts so you need to let out a sound, and you can't breathe because the emotions are choking you. It's just a mess. That's what she was doing right now, trying to hold it all in.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her close towards my chest. I didn't like it when she cried, it started a dull aching pain in my heart. "A broken heart is the worst, it's like having broken ribs. Nobody can see it but it hurts every time you breathe." She mumbled, her head buried into the crook of my neck. A shocking, burning sensation occurred behind my eyes. I knew what she meant.

She pulled away and looked into my eyes. Her eyes, filled with so much pain. And then she smiled. The worst kind of pain is when your smiling just to stop the tears from falling.

"They can't break me. I'm already broken."